Three days had passed since the rooftop.
Three days since Mi-Ho almost said it.
Three days of Hana wondering what if.
She sat in the Seo family art room, painting to quiet her mind. Pastels smudged her fingers. Memories smudged her heart.
"I used to dream in color," she whispered. "Now everything's just grey."
A soft knock.
She expected Mi-Ho.
But it wasn't him.
It was someone she thought she'd never see again.
"Hey, Hana."
The voice was deeper now. Still gentle. Still warm.
She turned—and her heart nearly stopped.
Yoon Tae-Hyun.
Her childhood friend.Her first kiss.The boy who promised to wait for her… right before she went into a coma.
He looked exactly the same—and yet nothing like she remembered.
Clean-cut, sharp suit, the quiet confidence of a man who'd climbed high.
"I heard about everything," Tae-Hyun said gently. "And I had to come see you. I… I never stopped waiting."
Hana blinked back a rush of emotion.
"You knew I was alive?"
"No," he said. "But I hoped. Every year on your birthday, I lit a candle. I prayed." He stepped closer. "And now you're really here."
Mi-Ho had power. He had stability.But Tae-Hyun? Tae-Hyun had history.
And it was starting to burn all over again.
Elsewhere, Mi-Ho watched through the hallway mirror.
Expression unreadable.
But his fists were clenched.
"She's moved on?" he muttered under his breath. "Already?"
Joon-Hyuk stood behind him. "Then why are you hiding?"
Mi-Ho didn't answer.
But in his silence… was a war brewing.